even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
i’m so sick of sadness.
i feel like myself again. i don’t know if i should be proud or terrified.
i pine from a distance for once.
i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.
just because you are not mine, doesn’t mean i can’t wish you were.
no matter how high i jump, how fast i run, how many cities i pass through, how many dollars i spend; i will always end up staring right back at you.
what would’ve happend, if i didn’t walk into that bar? if i didn’t see your face? if you didn’t steal glances from across the room all night? if you didn’t walk up to me with your crooked smirk? if you didnt leave to get a rose from the convenience store 3 blocks down? if you didn’t ruin my life?